| I ride alone, the wasteland that I cross
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| Will take another life, we’ll take another loss
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| I feel a dry wind, dust is in my eyes
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| The artic cold at night, the earth, it tells me lies
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| God in heaven, my only friend
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| Will I live to see my journey’s end?
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| As the world awakens me so hard, my values have been changed
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| I make a promise to myself: Never again
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| A dusty godforsaken path, endless to my dismay
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| I know these are the badlands, somehow I’ll find my way
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| No more paradise, no more soothing rain
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| All the sacrifice, the pain is all the same
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| Still I’m pushing onward, alone I can’t deny
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| My presence fills the desert, my spirit never dies
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| Will these lonely nights ever end?
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| Will I live to see my journey’s end?
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| As the world awakens me so hard, my values have been changed
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| I make a promise to myself: Never again
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| A dusty godforsaken path, endless to my dismay
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| I know these are the badlands, somehow I’ll find my way
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| The vultures that circle, cloud the empty sky
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| Patiently waiting, they wait for me to die
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| Tortured and beaten, blistered by the sun
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| Forceful and heartless, have the badlands won?
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| Still I’m pushing onward, alone I can’t deny
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| My presence fills the desert, my spirit never dies
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| As the world awakens me so hard, my values have been changed
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| I make a promise to myself: Never again
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| A dusty godforsaken path, endless to my dismay
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| I know these are the badlands, somehow I’ll find my way |